Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,266

kissed him again. “Please.” And again. “Please, Cooper.”

“You’re married.”

“No, I’m a prisoner.” I pressed my forehead against his, my hands kneaded into the powerful muscles of his back. “Let me have this choice. Please.”

“Lenore.” Relinquishing any resistance, he grabbed me under the ass, and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He pushed me up against the wall, pressing our bodies together. It stole my breath, more than his kisses. His hands worked on my buttons, as I frantically tried to pull my shirt over my head. It became a tangle of limbs and clothes, and fingers, and fervent kisses on skin.

Then we were on the bed. In one powerful thrust, Cooper was inside of me. I cried out into his kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as he filled me. He paused for a moment as I adjusted, but I didn’t want him to hesitate or wait. I needed more. Without restraint. Without worry that he might hurt me. And I could feel him holding back. As if he weren’t sure.

I hooked my feet around his hips and dug my heels into his muscular ass, driving him even deeper.

“Make me feel alive,” I whispered against his lips.

He all but growled against me as he pushed up on his knees and slammed back into me with enough force to move the bed. The feet screeched against the wood floor. Cooper thrust again, pounding against me. Our bodies joined at the most intimate place possible. I was so wet for him. The smell of our combined bodies flourished through the room. Sweat glistened on our skin as the sound of our bodies coming together echoed throughout the room.

Feeling a surge of confidence, I forced us to roll with him still inside me. Now I was on top. Now I was in control. His hands slid over my thighs.

For a moment, I hesitated then. Only because Erik never let me be on top. I always wanted to try, but he always had to be in control. My chest had that all familiar ache again.

“Are you okay?” Cooper asked. He slid his hands to my hips and held my gaze.

I smiled and moved. I rode him and he groaned. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back. His fingers dug into my flesh, helping me move up and down. The look of pure ecstasy on his face drove me closer to peak. The flourish of pleasure rippled under my skin, intensifying with every moment.

Cooper sat up and captured my lips. I gripped his shoulder as his hand slid up my skin. He gripped the back of my neck, slamming up into me. His thrusts became desperate without rhythm, and I drank it up, losing myself along with him. The pleasure rushed to my core, and I screamed, coming undone with an intensity I had never felt.

His cock swelled inside of me, and he thrust deeply into me. Holding himself there as his warm seed bathed my insides. It enhanced the pleasure, and I let it wash over me. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the bed. Both sweaty and breathless, sated from an intensely wild orgasm.

He kissed me. I smiled against his lips.

In the living room, I heard the phone vibrate. But for that moment, I was free.

10

I laid in Cooper’s arm. He held me close. The warmth from his skin pressed against mine, and it felt different from Erik. Not better or worse. Just different. The sex though, well, Cooper did not dominate me the way Erik did. And now I wondered why Erik did those things. Why he enjoyed holding me down. Why he needed to claim me the first second I came home, or right before I left for the store. My heart ached for him—for the love we had. Have? I didn’t even know.

The bedroom door burst open. Before I could react two bullets fired from a gun. I ducked my head and screamed. Cooper’s arms tightened around me. I expected to be dead or at the very least, dying. But the pain didn’t come. I lifted my head and looked at Cooper. He looked at the ceiling, eyes blank and glassy as blood turned the blue sheets purple, matching the bandage still wrapped around my hand.

The shooter grabbed me by the arm. He jerked me out of bed. He wore a ski mask and smelled like expensive cologne. His eyes caught mine as he held me close. Those stark, terrifying green eyes. The same eyes